One Day Left/Young Angst Vs. Angus Young
On this eve of, in my opinion, the release of the greatest modern rock album in a long, long, long time, I find it only appropriate to, without permission, show you a posting off another incredibly talented band's website. OK Go (of "Get Over It" fame) has asked their new guitarist Andy "Rusty" Ross to make a posting of what it's like to be thrown into what they describe in so many words as "rock stardom." He comments in a blog/journal posting he updates regularly. I came across this entry that describes what OK Go, Weezer, and a lot of other bands that don't make nearly as much money as Britney Spears are about. Once again, the following was found at OK Go's website and was posted without permission (as if they could do something about it).
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Young Angst Vs. Angus Young*
I was remarking the other day that it seened like the era of stale modern rock had finally passed. You know what I'm talking about:
Take Pearl Jam, strip away anything good, then add anger. Taste. Then add way too much melodrama. Stir for nine years. Spit up.
Indeed, empirical observations throughout the tour showed that rock radio was less cringe-worthy than it had been in years. My theory was coming along nicely... Enter Florida. I realize that a lot of the heavy-hitters from this era were spawned in the Sunshine State, but that doesn't excuse you. The radio station we listened to during our soundcheck dumped a noxious stream of unlistenable angst into our tender ears. I cried, smashed a chair, and cried again. And then I lifted both fists to heaven and let out a long, deep-throated howl because people don't understand me. And then I cried some more. And then I smashed another chair.
Regardless of my pessimistic outlook, the Tampa/Seminolians at Boomerz were the real deal, unafraid to rock despite our lack of fake rain or a long list of non-specific dissatisfactions. And for that, I, of course, salute you.
DON'T FORGET-ONLY 1 DAY UNTIL "MAKE BELIEVE" COMES OUT!
MAKE SURE TO PICK UP YOUR OWN COPY!
SUPPORT ROCK & ROLL! SUPPORT WEEZER!
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Young Angst Vs. Angus Young*
I was remarking the other day that it seened like the era of stale modern rock had finally passed. You know what I'm talking about:
Take Pearl Jam, strip away anything good, then add anger. Taste. Then add way too much melodrama. Stir for nine years. Spit up.
Indeed, empirical observations throughout the tour showed that rock radio was less cringe-worthy than it had been in years. My theory was coming along nicely... Enter Florida. I realize that a lot of the heavy-hitters from this era were spawned in the Sunshine State, but that doesn't excuse you. The radio station we listened to during our soundcheck dumped a noxious stream of unlistenable angst into our tender ears. I cried, smashed a chair, and cried again. And then I lifted both fists to heaven and let out a long, deep-throated howl because people don't understand me. And then I cried some more. And then I smashed another chair.
Regardless of my pessimistic outlook, the Tampa/Seminolians at Boomerz were the real deal, unafraid to rock despite our lack of fake rain or a long list of non-specific dissatisfactions. And for that, I, of course, salute you.
DON'T FORGET-ONLY 1 DAY UNTIL "MAKE BELIEVE" COMES OUT!
MAKE SURE TO PICK UP YOUR OWN COPY!
SUPPORT ROCK & ROLL! SUPPORT WEEZER!